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Sonnets to Duse and other poems
The House of Dreams

by Sara Teasdale

I built a little House of Dreams,
And fenced it all about,
But still I heard the Wind of Truth
That roared without.


I laid a fire of Memories
And sat before the glow,
But through the chinks and round the door
The wind would blow.


I left the House, for all the night
I heard the Wind of Truth; 
I followed where it seemed to lead
Through all my youth.


But when I sought the House of Dreams,
To creep within and die,
The Wind of Truth had levelled it,
And passed it by.
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